Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.